Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

"Have you ever slept with Yu Fuli?"

Lin Xun's voice was not loud, and even had a clear, youthful quality.

But the question was too direct and too crude, creating an eerie contrast with his usual quiet and reserved image.

Jiang Yu's pupils contracted sharply, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes instantly became extremely dangerous.

He squinted, as if reassessing the person in front of him, not understanding the other person's intention in suddenly throwing out such a vulgar question.

However, before Jiang Yu could react, Lin Xun continued speaking to herself, her tone light and cheerful:

"I've slept with her."

Three words, spoken lightly, yet they caused Jiang Yu's expression to change drastically.

Lin Xun even tilted his head slightly, a wistful smile appearing on his face, and continued in that calm yet piercing tone:

"Teacher Yu is so cute. I don't resist her at all."

As if sharing a secret, he took another half step closer to Jiang Yu, whose face had suddenly turned ashen, his voice low but clear enough to be heard:

"Oh, by the way, you haven't been to his house yet, have you? I was there all summer. We had a long and wonderful time together."

"He lives in the faculty apartment at the college. You probably haven't been inside, have you? I have. It's a very nice place."

"On the sofa... in the kitchen... in front of the desk... in front of the mirror... the teacher's body is very flexible and can perform many high-intensity movements..."

Every word was like a carefully crafted poison needle, precisely piercing the area that Jiang Yu cared about most but had never ventured into.

Yu Fuli's private space, and the intimate daily life that might have occurred during that period of silence.

The color drained from Jiang Yu's face in an instant, replaced by a horrifying pale bluish-white.

His jawline was taut, and even tiny veins bulged on his forehead. His eyes, which were always filled with arrogance or amusement, were now churning with unbelievable rage and agitation at being offended, as well as a stinging pain that he himself was unwilling to admit.

The air seemed to have been completely sucked out, leaving only Lin Xun's soft yet malicious words echoing and Jiang Yu's suppressed, heavy breathing.

"How pitiful... hiss..."

Lin Xun took a heavy punch from Jiang Yu, and half of his cheek quickly swelled up, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He seemed completely unconcerned, licking away the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and even chuckled softly.

The laughter was hoarse, carrying a chilling pleasure.

He slowly turned his face, which had been slapped to the side, and looked back at Jiang Yu, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose chest was heaving violently. His eyes were filled with undisguised pity and mockery.

"Like a stray dog ​​wagging its tail and begging for mercy, you longingly hope that the teacher will glance at you. Even a kiss from him is something you only dare to steal like a thief when he's not looking."

His voice was extremely low, yet every word was like a venomous thorn: "But what about the teacher?"

He paused deliberately, admiring the bulging veins on Jiang Yu's forehead and his tightly clenched fist, before slowly continuing in a breathy voice:

"He willingly lay down beneath me."

"Jiang Yu, you have no idea how handsome he was back then."

Every word felt like a slow, agonizing torture.

Finally, Lin Xun, almost whispering into Jiang Yu's trembling ear, uttered the ultimate, filthy insult in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Teacher... I've already played with her to death."

The moment the words left his mouth, the string of reason in Jiang Yu's mind snapped completely.

"You fucking want to die—!!!"

A furious roar and the sound of heavy fists cutting through the air rang out at the same time!

This punch was even more ferocious and heavier than the previous one, carrying all of Jiang Yu's anger, and slammed hard into Lin Xun's abdomen!

"Ugh!" Lin Xun groaned, bent over from the blow, his body convulsing from the intense pain.

But he didn't fall down. Instead, while he was bent over, he laughed softly and intermittently, his shoulders shaking.

He slowly straightened up, raised his hand to wipe away the more blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, then looked up at Jiang Yu, who was almost consumed by rage.

The moonlight and distant lights fell on his face, illuminating his swollen cheeks and bloodstained lips.

But a remarkably clear, even radiant, smile slowly bloomed on his face. The smile was arrogant, twisted, and filled with gleeful and crazed provocation, creating a chilling contrast with his current disheveled appearance.

He laughed silently, his shoulders shaking, but his eyes shone with a frightening intensity as he stared intently at Jiang Yu.

In Jiang Yu's eyes, this smile was undoubtedly the most extreme mockery—look, even if you beat me to death, you can't change the "facts" I said, nor can you get the person you desire.

"Lin Xun!!! I'm going to kill you—!!!"

Jiang Yu completely lost control, like an enraged beast, roaring as he lunged forward again.

Just as Jiang Yu angrily grabbed Lin Xun by the collar, about to drag this foul-mouthed bastard up and beat him up, Lin Xun's body seemed to suddenly lose all strength. With the force of his pull, he unexpectedly fell towards the carved stone railing outside the balcony!

This sudden turn of events caused Jiang Yu's pupils to shrink sharply.

His body's instincts beat his thoughts; he subconsciously pulled his hand, which was gripping the collar, back sharply, barely managing to stop the rapidly falling body with all his might, his arm muscles trembling violently from the sudden burst of force.

Lin Xun's body was hanging in mid-air, and he was only held on by Jiang Yu's tight grip on the fabric of his shirt.

The night wind howled and rushed in, making his hair disheveled and his thin clothes clinging tightly to his body.

Jiang Yu looked down in shock and anger, meeting Lin Xun's upturned face.

The moonlight mingled with the dim lights in the distance, illuminating the face filled with fear and pain. His brows were furrowed, his lips were slightly parted in terror, and his face was as pale as paper, showing the horror and helplessness of someone on the verge of falling.

To anyone else, this looks like a victim who was nearly pushed off the building.

However, beneath this terrified exterior, Jiang Yu clearly caught a completely different light in the other person's eyes. There was no fear in them, only a cold, almost pleasurable twist, and an undisguised provocation.

Lin Xun's lips moved, but no sound came out. However, Jiang Yu could clearly read three words from his lip movements:

You're finished.

It was a silent, vicious verdict.

Immediately afterwards—

PS:

Lin Xun did not sleep with Yu Fuli; it was all in his imagination, intended to provoke Jiang Yu.